The Last Night Poem by Jo Beckett

Lying next to me for the last time
more naked, more stoned, more asleep
than I've ever seen you
I write
looking at your oh so beautiful face
your perfect lips
and the scar on your forehead where the donkey kicked you
your silver bangled arm holding your face
you breath the smallest breaths
and I search for signs you're alive
imagine if you died now?
no you are filled with too much life
if only you'd told me
you could never love me the way you promised
if only you hadn't painted such beautiful pictures
with us living and loving together
if only you hadn't encouraged me to dream
then my heart wouldn't have cracked open
and I would have been on a different path
without knowing you, your kisses your silliness
your loving and your lying
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India August 2012